In just two short days I will be living by myself for the first time in my life. This is both a terrifying prospect and one that fills me with intense anticipation.


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I hope you have a good day.

Thank you for being there for me always. Thank you for understanding me without judging me. Thank you for listening so patiently and with your full attention. Thank you for wanting to see the good in me. Thank you for trying to convince me that I am not as bad of a person as I sometimes want to believe. Thank you for taking care of my heart. Thank you for asking me questions and for actually listening instead of immediately rushing to talk about yourself. Thank you for treating me with tenderness and kindness. Thank you for facing my anxieties and my worries with me, and holding my hand instead of turning away.  Thank you for asking me about my day. Thank you for telling me that you love me before I need to ask. Thank you for telling me that you miss me when we’re not together. Thank you for making me feel safe. Thank you for reassuring me that it’s ok to fall apart sometimes, because you’ll be there to pick up the pieces. Thank you for saying that you’ll always be there to chat, no matter how late it is and that I’ll never be unwelcome. Thank you for responding right away when I tell you I’m upset. Thank you for seeing me make mistakes, and worrying instead of criticizing.

Thank you for teaching me to treat others the way you’ve always treated me.

The Year of Bravery.

Sorry for not updating for a while. I’m back now and I’m going to make writing more of a priority for myself.

I turned 28 last week. There are lots of things I’ve done that I’m happy about so far in my life, and I’ve accomplished things that make me proud of myself. Yet in other areas, I feel like I’m not where I need to be.

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Time to Getaway.

I have always known that I am my own worst critic.

There was an article online about talking to yourself the way you would talk to your friends, and it honestly gave me pause because I could never imagine talking to any friend the way I talk to myself. (I would be devastatingly alone in that case!) In fact, I wouldn’t talk to my worst enemy the way I talk to myself.

That realization made me notice just how harsh I can be on myself and how mean and unforgiving I am of my own mistakes.  Sometimes I wonder how other people’s inner dialogue sounds, because my own is not very pleasant at all.


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hi 2018

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. Say you’re running and you think, ‘Man, this hurts, I can’t take it anymore. The ‘hurt’ part is an unavoidable reality, but whether or not you can stand anymore is up to the runner himself.”

– Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

Is my life just a collection of anecdotes featuring Murakami quotes? Maybe.

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